A few days ago, Jared called our bank (where I used to work for 3 years) for a routine question about our account. The conversation with the call center employee began something like this:
Bank guy (we’ll call him Milton): You sound just like Jeff Goldblum!
Jared (sounding really surprised but laughing hard): I sound like who? Jeff Goldblum? Um, ok. I’ve actually never gotten that before, but, ok… um, what?
I overheard Jared’s part of the convo from the other room and was of course laughing my arse off. Jared then talked back and forth between me and Milton for a few minutes asking me if I thought he sounded like Jeff Goldblum and saying to both of us that I guess it made him sound really smart and that it was a good thing.
Eventually they got down to talking bank account stuff, and then Jeff Jared had to put me on the phone because I was the primary account holder. My conversation with Milton then proceeded as such:
Me (in panicked voice): Jeff keeps telling me that there’s some sort of code he’s cracked and that the world is going to end or aliens are going to attack or something and we all need to pay attention!!!!
Milton(cracking up): Is that Independence Day?
Me: I think that’s actually every Jeff Goldblum movie.
We talked bank account stuff for awhile, and then I mentioned that I used to work for his fine (extremely over-dramatic sarcastic cough) employer for 3 years.
Milton: Oh, that’s why you have so many accounts. I thought you just really liked the bank.
Me: Um, no. Actually, I really dislike the company … but I love the people who work there! Are you housed at _______ building?
Milton: Yep. 6th floor.
Me: I used to be on 4, and 2, multiple times. I worked in that building for 1 1/2 years and they moved me 4 times.
Milton: Yeah, when they moved me they didn’t even let me keep my red stapler.
HE REALLY SAID THAT!!!!! THIS GUY WAS AWESOME!!!!!!
Me: They kept telling me I could listen to my music at a reasonable level, but then they moved me to an office that was in a basement closet, and then one day I stopped receiving my paycheck, and (unintelligible mumble) I’m gonna blow up the building.
Milton, Jared, and I were all laughing our arses off at this point. He eventually told us that he had just started working there a few weeks before. I’m so surprised they didn’t fire him on the spot for having so much fun at work. (I think the company I used to work for is actually kind of a little bit evil, but I really liked my coworkers and all the ground level employees… it’s the organizational culture and upper management that are warped). I bet he doesn’t last there 6 months.
Anyway, Jared and I received this in the mail today:
I thought the whole awesome call deserved a blog post. It was the most fun I’ve ever had on the phone with a bank employee discussing my bank account.
